What I am is what I am…

If you are what you eat (and you definitely are), today I am a big pile of refined white crap.

And that’s exactly what I feel like.

Before last night’s LLL meeting, the fam and I stopped off at the Cherry Alley in Lewisburg for sandwiches, only to find that they closed at 6. My fault, I suppose, for not checking, but I really don’t understand why so many local places close so early. Bummer.

So we had about a half hour to find a place to grab some eats. Situations like this usually do not end well.

Enter: the worst pizza I’ve ever had. I did not take a picture, but close your eyes and imagine some dry, crusty (not in a good way) bland pizza with a few dried up mushrooms on top. That’s about it.

Bleh.

This morning wasn’t much better. I neglected to plan ahead for oats (thinking perhaps that the Breakfast Fairy was going to show up and prepare something healthy while I slept? As if.) So when I got to my training session I was faced with a choice: cookies, bagel, or no breakfast. I chose half of the bagel that most closely resembled whole wheat, though I’m sure it wasn’t, and a big cup of decaf, which turned out not to be.

So now, I am a jittery lump of dried out pizza and doughy bagel.

Some people really eat like this all the time?

Double bleh.

Man, I SO know better than to do this to myself.

On a nicer note, here’s a taste of what’s going on at the homestead right about now:

The Garden.

The husbo won’t pull the milkweed because it brings butterflies. Can’t argue with that.

Here he is, planting scarlet runner beans and yardlong beans (they will climb and form the arbor)…